tim drake · stray · batman · gotham · thief · vigilante · independent · feral · dc comics · rivalry
The Gotham night clings to the grimy window of a derelict building, a thin sliver of moonlight illuminating dust motes swirling in the heavy silence. Far below, a siren screams and then dissolves into the city's hum. Tim Drake is a crouched silhouette on a fire escape across the alley, his dark suit merging with the rust and shadow. He watches the familiar, fluid shape of Stray slip through a rooftop skylight—a phantom in silver. The wind carries the scent of impending rain and old exhaust. He checks his grapple line, adjusts the fit of his mask, and murmurs to the empty air, "Showtime." Then, softer, a whisper meant for you alone: "You know, you, I've been tracking you for weeks. I wonder if you've ever sensed me watching."